Frankie and Edward got a taxi from JFK airport too New Haven, New York and stopped out front of the large gothic style house and Edward paid the cab because Frankie didn't have any money with her.

"I'll pay you back." Frankie said.

"You don't have too."

"I want too." Frankie said.

"This is where your Grandmother lives?"

"Yep, very medieval, huh?"

"To say the least."

Frankie stood outside the large front door and rang the bell, a minute later a maid wearing a long white robe.

"Miss Frankie, what are you doing here?" The maid a

"I came to visit Granny, I know it's late."

"Come in, come in, your Granny is asleep do you want me to wake her?"

"No, you can go back to bed too I'll show my friend Edward too a guest room."

"If you want I can stay awake with you." Frankie said after showing you Edward to a guest bedroom.

"No, you need your sleep. There are tons of books here, I'll find something to read."

"There's a computer in the library which is downstairs in case you want to get on it or something."

"I'll be fine."

Frankie nodded and left for the bedroom she always used and grabbed her phone from her pocket, she'd turned it on silent before she got on the plane and had nineteen missed calls and a dozen texts.

Frankie first called Bella, she'd be the easiest person to talk to and she could relay the message to Uncle Charlie and Quil.

"Frankie, where are you?" Bella asked, her voice was full of worry and concern.

"I'm in New York, I'm at my Granny's." Frankie said.

"What?"

"Yeah, I hitch hiked to the airport and got a plane here, I needed some time to think and I couldn't go home so I came here."

"Why didn't you at least call and tell someone, everyone is worried and Quil feels horrible. People are looking for you, Frankie!"

"I'm sorry, honestly, I am. I have a habit of acting before I think, tell – tell Quil – I'm not mad at him and – we'll talk when I get back in a few days."

"Are you okay?" Bella asked her voice softened. "You're not being held hostage or anything are you?"

"No, I promise. I'm fine just super tired. I'll call you tomorrow, I love you Bella."

"I love you too, Frankie."

"You got a lot of people worried, Missy." Granny said the next morning as Francis walked downstairs into the living room, Edward behind her.

"Sorry, Granny." Frankie said, bowering her head.

"Come here, and introduce me to your friend." Granny said and Frankie walked forward into the living room.

"Granny this is my friend, Edward Cullen. Edward this is Granny."

"It's a pleasure to meet you – uh – what should I call you?"

"Granny." Granny said, holding her hand out to shake his and when there hands touched Granny's face changed into blankness and then back.

"So why did you come here?" Granny asked after a second.

"I needed to talk to you."

"In a moment, Francis, first I would like this young man to do something for me. Edward there's a light that's gone out in the kitchen and I would like you too go and fix it. You'll see it in there, could you do that?"

Once they where alone Granny leaned forward.

"Do you know what he is?" Granny asked

"I do know." Frankie said.

"But he's different, I can't put my finger on it. He's got compassion, I felt it when I shook his hand."

"Edward and his family don't feed off of humans." Frankie said. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about, I just found out last night. You remember you always told me those stories? The one's about the Indian wolves and the Cold One's?"

"Yes."

"They're real!"

"I know that."

"Granny, a wolf imprinted on me and it's crazy and – and – it's hard because I don't love him I – I think I love Edward." Frankie said. "It's so hard, Granny, two months ago I was happy I had Alexei and I was happy and then she died and I was so sad I didn't think I could live and now – in a crazy way I'm happy again but it's like everything around me is a fairytale and not real. Vampires, Witches, Werewolves, they are not suppose to be real."

"I'm sorry, Francis, my dear girl." Granny said, pulling Frankie into a hug.

"If I'm a witch then how come I can't do things? Like Harry Potter?" Frankie asked after they pulled away.

"Harry Potter is just a story, child. Besides you need to learn, but I feel it in you already you have so much power. Alexei had power and I think it scared her I think that is why she did what she did."

The thought of magic being the reason behind Alexei's death repelled her and made Frankie wish she wasn't a witch, just the thought of being serious when she said the sentence made her want to laugh.

"Is Ronnie and Mikey, witches? Or wizard?"

"There are no such things as wizards, a witch applies to both male and female and yes Michael does possess some power but nothing he could ever manipulate into anything. Michael will have good luck; he will get a good job, marry a good wife and have the right amount of children. For him everything will just work out even if he doesn't know why and Veronica." Granny said, shaking her head at the thought of oldest granddaughter. "Dear, Veronica does not posses any powers, I think she takes after your mother on that, Michael takes after your father who does not posses the gift entirely."

"Granny, can you teach me?"

"Of course I can my dear, I have been waiting for so long to hear you say that. I was terribly afraid that you never would and I would die before I got to teach you or I had great-grandchildren I could teach."